Inner(A) Poems - Poems about Inner(A)

They say she was a caring mum and liked by all she knew; but now she's jailed for killing folk (and mutilated two!)...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllable.com>syllables_counter ************************************************************** The Inner Light ...

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Like a dust that has been blown away If I only had the chance to really say But I can only stand on the dock of a bay Within this soul there is a empty world inside With no one near or anybody far Not even a single wound or a mere scar No love, hate or pride Just a place where...

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The clouds once soothed my skin. I breathed the wind rising high. Shadows lingered deep within. They vanish as light draws nigh. Velvet silence softly spread. Light came near with gentle steps. Truth arrived in twilight’s cape....

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It seems so long since I've seen his face, This is no longer a home, it's just a place. If you could catch it, share it, This one's inner light, it might light the sky On Earth's darkest of nights. It might save all of us, I believe this will happen, And lighten and brighten, God's beautiful canvas. It may be a...

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*This poem was written for "Kensington Avenue Poetry Contest, Anthony Biaanco, sponsor, July 20, 2025 KENSINGTON'S LAMENT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her city streets are grey and worn, with a denim sky overhead. Birdsong trickles out in fractured waves, as if feathered friends cried while flying her way. Engines sputter; horns blare. People hurry by her in silence, eyes down, broken...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter "Time is the wisest counsellor of all.” Pericles ************************************************************** Time Heals Heartbroken Souls ...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter ************************************************************** Lost The sun sinks low, the shadows grow, No moon is out up high, A chilling breeze begins to blow, With stars up in the sky; I wearily wade my way in...

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," I felt my fingernails digging into his back during a profoundly charged moment. It was striking to see tears streaming down the face of this strong man—he was unguarded! He sighed deeply and reached his climax again and again. This was not just a display of sportsmanship; it was a clear expression of inner...

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Inner voices sound disturbed Behave yourself sent via thoughts Sleep has deserted me, so confused Time to visit long ago scenes Find my friends of time gone by I find myself on the pathway of ocean views Crashing waves and sea gull calls greet me No one around to view my crazy antics Facing the ocean, arms open wide, calling out names A voice...

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M-elodies A-nd R-hythm I-nspire E-ars, A-wakening N-ew N-ote's D-eeply R-ested E-yes, A-s F-inished L-yrics O-f R-ecordings E-levate S-ongs. ©bfa062025 Monocrostic (Birthday of Marie Anndrea I. Flores)...

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Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice. The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts, Linger in this place of cult, Where public shaming is currency. I scream for help, face to face, Yet they cast me deeper into despair. Tears bleed red, patience drains, My heart trembles, a silent echo in the vast universe. My eyes never dry, my body...

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A nebulous horizon where old light dies, And silent Shadows from desire's mouth arise. They press against the skin, a whisper in the ear, Yet in their depths, a hidden strength appears. I face their forms, no longer bound by flight, And find my peace in the heart of endless night....

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They told her to quiet her thunder– to fold her voice into corners where no one could trip over it. "Girls who speak too much invite war," they warned. So she stitched her lips with threads of fear and politeness, and swallowed storms like rage was a sin girls weren’t sacred enough to carry. They called it grace when she walked like a whisper. They...

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“The inner journey of piety opens the floodgate of divine bliss” – By Poet I chase the GOSSAMER mirage of the drifting desires in the desolate desert of my GRIEF-STRICKEN existence. I carry my languishing life listlessly across the bleakness along the pitiless pathway of disparaging delusion. Caught in the whirlpool of GHOSTLY mire of mortal being I wander lost with...

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